[Gintama] Immortal

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The wind chimes under the eaves spun around.

In the dream, the surface of the lake rippled silently. She lay on the vermilion bridge in the courtyard, watching the golden-red carp swimming leisurely among the green algae.

Not far away, the promenade of the monastery stands on the water.The usually rolled up bamboo curtain fell to the bottom, hiding the figures of the two people in the pavilion.

The summer of the 17th year of Tianzheng (1588) was calm and cloudless, and it burned for more than a hundred years in the troubled times of the Warring States Period. Now the fire has gradually subsided, and on the surface it seems that only embers are still burning.

When the summer wind blows, the deer filled with water falls over, and the bamboo pipe hits the white stone with a bang.

The golden red carp suddenly scattered.

The bamboo curtain fluttered, and the monk in cassock was talking to the leader of Amaterasu-in Naraku in a low voice. He slightly raised his eyelids during a pause, and glanced in this direction inadvertently.

Light brown pupils.

The moment when the eyes met was very short, she held her chin, still thinking whether the other party really saw her, the summer wind rustled away, and the bamboo curtain blown by the wind fell again, she only had time to see her wearing eight The profile of the Tatarori mask stopped there with his fingers slowly rubbing the rim of the cup.

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The wind chimes under the porch sounded like ripples on the surface of calm water.

The clock on the bedside table pointed to four twenty in the morning.

There was still an hour before dawn, and the deep sea-like night was transitioning to the misty kite blue, and the coolness of the draft came from the dark room—it was because the windows were open.

Yae raised her arm and pressed it to her eyelids.

After waiting for a long time but not feeling sleepy, she let out a long sigh, lifted the quilt and got out of bed helplessly.

Opening the refrigerator, the light cut into the darkness like butter. Yae took a can of cold drink, pulled the ring, and leaned against the kitchen counter.

The sky slowly lit up with a hazy light, outlining the shadow of the heavy sofa in the living room.On the sofa was the bathrobe she had changed last night, and the cotton and linen material hung down from the edge, as if it still had the bright atmosphere of the summer festival venue.

Fireworks, crowds.Goldfish swimming in a plastic pool.

The orange soda soon bottomed out, and Yae shook the half-empty can, turning his eyes slightly, and landed on the calendar of the refrigerator.

The date of the summer festival was highlighted with a red pen, and it became the past tense last night.

The floor was slightly cool, and Yae was holding an empty soda can, watching the dawn of a new day rise from behind the balcony.

Summer is over.

"welcome."

The door bell rang.

The boring noon news was playing in the store. The man standing in front of the cash register was wearing a straight white uniform, with a gold-wire unilateral lens on his slightly hooked nose, and his hair was combed back meticulously. He looked rigorous and indifferent, as if being cared for by a nobleman. The famous knife placed in the alcove exudes an inaccessible atmosphere.

"good afternoon."

While talking like this, the man was holding the flip phone and typing like flying, without lifting his drooping eyelids.

"I'm meeting the director of the Huigumi, Isaburo Sasaki. I heard that the Shinsengumi often visits this restaurant. As a loyal fan of the Shinsengumi, I came here today. I hope I can also try the set menu that the deputy chief of the Shinsengumi often orders. .”

The business-like smile on Yae's face froze slightly.

Opening her eyes, she glanced at the guest who claimed to be Isaburo Sasaki... That's right, it was indeed a horse face.

This length is absolutely unmistakable for a horse face.

The battle mode was turned on in his heart but she was suppressed by her in an instant, Yae looked away calmly, still smiling: "Okay, a fried pork chop set with double mayonnaise, the total is 750 yen, thank you Your patronage."

Hearing this, the man who had been playing with his phone with his head down finally raised his head and looked at the menu.

"Great Tonkatsu Set! Today's Special! Only 450 Yen!"

Seeing that the director of the group raised his eyebrows slightly: "... Fifteen times?"

"Guest, you are joking." Yae stood up straight: "This is a special meal for the elite, 750 yen, and you are the only one."

The gazes of the two collided silently in the air.

Isaburo Sasaki looked at her blankly for a moment, and was about to put away his phone when the doorbell behind him rang, and someone pushed the door and walked in.

"What's the matter, Isaburo?" The cold voice seemed to be covered with frost, and there was an invisible mist. Nobuo Imai walked to the front of the stage, wearing a tachi at her waist, and looked like she was on duty.

"Is there any suspicious person in this store?"

Saying that, those purple-red eyes looked at her, calm and calm, like a frozen lake in winter.

"... 450 yen."

Yae came back to his senses, with a smile still on his face, but his voice softened: "If this lady wants to order food, I can give you another [-]% off."

Isaburo Sasaki: "...?"

He stared at Yae through the lens, and Yae looked at Xinnv, as if he really wanted to take out his wallet and slap it on the counter to let her buy food.

"Would you like to try the croquette set or the love omurice set? By the way, these are all specials."

Isaburo Sasaki glanced at the menu that didn't have a special price tag.

Standing in front of the cashier, the letter girl thought seriously for a moment, then said coldly, "Do you have any donuts?"

Yae: "No, but I can buy it now."

"..."

Isaburo Sasaki finally bought two boxes of bento at a price of [-] yen, turned around and left the store in the eager voice of "Welcome to your next visit" from the clerk.

He is very sure that this "you" is an odd number, not an even number.

After the two people in the same uniform walked away, crossed the road, and disappeared around the corner of the street, Yae looked away.

The cash drawer popped out of the cash register, and she counted the coins, sorted out the change and banknotes, and put them back into the compartment.

The passenger flow gradually dwindled, and the clock on the wall elongated the shadow. When Yae raised her head again, it was time for her to leave work.

"Thank you." Mrs. Osaki walked into the staff room, Yae hung up the changed uniform, turned her head and greeted with a smile.

She packed up her belongings, Mrs. Osaki stood by the door and looked at her gently: "Maho, do you want to take a leave tomorrow? I think you are a little absent-minded today. If you don't feel well, don't force it."

Yae froze for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to say a haha ​​to get away with it. Looking at Mrs. Kami Osaki's concerned eyes, the phrase "I'm fine" came to her lips, and she swallowed it again.

"No, it's not serious enough to ask for leave." She relaxed her shoulders.

It was okay when no one asked about it before, but now that someone mentions it like this, Yae realizes that she is not in a good state today—not to say that she is not energetic, but her attention is a little erratic, and she will initiate it if she is not careful. stay.

Thinking about the new vocabulary he learned in a magazine not long ago, Yae tapped his palm suddenly: "Maybe this is the so-called...May disease?"

"It's already the end of August." Mrs. Osaki reminded her with a smile.

"..." Yae continued to tap on the palm of his hand: "I see."

Mrs. Osaki sighed and looked at her a little helplessly and a little funny.

"True Sail."

"Ok?"

Mrs. Osaki looked at her with the understanding and tolerance of those who have been there, and if you look carefully, there seems to be a hint of encouragement.

"Is it lovesickness?"

The action of eight heavy knocks on the palm of his hand paused.

The lights in the shop were turned off, and Osaki-san pulled down the shutter.

After get off work, the surrounding streets seemed empty, and a street lamp stood in the night, quietly emitting a milky white halo.

Mrs. Osaki took her to a nearby station, and the rumbling train passed by the platform, bringing with it a cool night breeze.

"Is it a lover?"

"It's not a lover."

Mrs. Osaki nodded patiently: "Is that family?"

"...It doesn't seem appropriate to describe it as a family member."

"friend?"

"It doesn't seem to be."

"Meeting someone for the first time?"

"If you really want to say it, you have known each other for quite a long time."

"That's it." Mrs. Osaki stopped in her tracks.An ethereal female voice sounded in the station, announcing the arrival of the last train.

"It's not a lover, friend, family member, or someone who met for the first time. Even so, it's always in my heart." Her voice was gentle and soft, like the evening wind blowing past her ears in late summer and early autumn. "That must be a very special person." .”

The clock at the station pointed to [-]:[-] in the evening, and the sound of the train approaching and rubbing against the rails could be heard faintly in the distance.

Yae blinked slowly, and smiled slightly:

"Yes, a very important person."

At eleven ten in the evening, Kabukicho is brightly lit.

Onshi's izakaya was very lively, with the sound of laughing and cursing as well as the clashing of glasses of wine.In contrast, the master room upstairs seemed much quieter. The TV in the living room seemed to be still on, and the voice of the variety show host could be faintly heard.

Not long after, the sound of the TV snapped off, and Kagura's unconvinced yells followed, followed by Joharu's cheering barks.

"It's too long-winded! All the minors go to sleep!"

There was a lot of fuss, and the movement on the side of Wanshiwu died down.

Yae stood downstairs, watched Yinshi walk to the window, raised his hand to turn off the light.

Eleven forty-three.

Bullfrogs sing softly under the bridge, and the old city is full of traces of history.

The thin moonlight separates the long grass, and the red torii gates are hidden in the shadows among the trees. It seems that no one has visited the quaint shrine for a long time. Even so, the stone-paved approach is still cleaned.

Yae stood in front of the hall of worship, with Saiqian Box and Suzuo right in front of him.

Holding the coin, she slowly stroked the cold metal edge with her fingers, as if trying to memorize every bump and scale, and remained motionless for a long time.

"Excuse me, is there any trouble for you?"

The priest in charge of the shrine couldn't help but came out, wearing a black hat and a sari, with thin white hair between his temples.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Yae didn't expect to run into someone else at the shrine, and was a little surprised for a while.

Putting the coin into her palm and putting it away, she turned sideways: "Good evening."

The priest paused slightly, nodded to her, and just nodded halfway, then he heard Yae continue: "Do you have any wishes?"

"..." As if he had never been so opposed by someone before, he choked, straightened up and put his hands together, "Nothing."

"Doesn't the priest have a wish?" Yae asked him.

The voice of the other party became serious: "The priest's duty has been to serve the gods since ancient times, not to seek benefits from the gods."

"So that's the case." Yae thought for a while, "Then, don't the gods who are responsible for listening to people's wishes have no wishes?"

"Exactly."

Yae rubbed the coin in his hand: "Will the gods and Buddhas listen to the wishes of the evil spirits who have fallen into the endless hell?"

If the other party's expression was a little uncertain before, then his expression immediately became firm: "No."

"That's it." Yae smiled, and she put away the coin: "Then my wish will definitely not be heard."

The old priest with gray temples hesitated for a moment.

"...What is your wish?"

Yae: "You want to know?"

The other party hesitated and nodded reservedly.

"Summon the Great Demon Lord who will destroy the world."

"..."

The other party's face changed and changed, and Yae couldn't help laughing.

"Kidding."

Turning around, she stepped down the steps and waved before stepping over the torii gate:

"Good night, I wish you sweet dreams."

Her wish will not be heard by the gods.

Just like the person she was thinking of, the pain for thousands of years has never had a place to go.

So she won't make a wish.

I just miss him temporarily.

Just like leaving him, it was only temporary.